Dedicação

sometimes i do not like to write
even a word
i hate it when a time like this comes
to me
like a friend i detest for betraying me
and my secrets

i go places
to forget find me some green grass
and blue skies
i embrace the silence of the
hibernating fish in mud

somehow, this dedication comes
a fealty to word
a sense of i cannot be without it
i go back again
to my room
my head so full
my mind dancing again like a crazy bee
to the petals around me

so here i am
again writing for you
these lines are lovingly written again

i could have written one simple word:

hello.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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